Purity Isn’t Perfection

There’s this idea out there — that if something’s pure, it must be perfect. Untouched. Untested. Flawless.

But that’s not purity. That’s fantasy.

Purity isn’t about being spotless. It’s about being real. It's about showing up as you are — open, raw, honest. It's about the kind of connection that doesn’t pretend to be anything but true. And truth… it’s not always pretty. It’s not always smooth. But it’s alive. It’s undeniable. And it’s ours.

I knew a pure love. With Dawnie.

And no — it wasn’t perfect. We weren’t perfect.

But together? We were everything.

We were two individuals with our own wounds, our own fears, our own histories — who found each other, chose each other, and built something sacred between us. We didn’t just share time. We merged. We became one heartbeat. One rhythm. One pulse.

It wasn’t a fairytale. It was better than that. It was true.

Dawne and I weren’t some fantasy couple. We didn’t get everything right. We had hard days, arguments, losses. But underneath all of it was this unshakable foundation — of love, trust, friendship, and shared purpose. She was my companion, my mirror, my joy, my fire, my peace. My person.

And I was hers.

Why is that something to be mocked?

Why is it laughed off as naive, or unrealistic, or “too much”?

Why, when someone believes in that kind of love — the kind that holds, that heals, that lasts — is it seen as weakness?

I’ve been called idealistic. Too romantic. Like I’m chasing something no longer possible.

But I’m not chasing a fantasy. I had it. I lived it. And no one can tell me it wasn’t real.

What we had — what we were — was purity. Not because it was flawless, but because it was true. It was rooted in respect, empathy, laughter, vulnerability. In showing up. In holding on. In never wanting to hurt the other. In always wanting to grow — together.

That’s love. That’s partnership. That’s what people should be aiming for — not mocking.

Because at the end of the day, I’d take something real and imperfect over something shallow and polished every single time.

So no — I’m not jaded. I won’t let the world’s cynicism chip away at my hope.

I know what love is. And I believe in it.

Not because I’ve never lost it — but because I have.

And even in that loss… the truth of it remains.